Poem version 1:
Once I was a cistern, cracked and dry,
A vessel forgotten beneath a sunless sky.
No water lingered in my hollowed seams,
No overflow to nourish others’ dreams.
The potter came with hands that heal,
And molten gold from his heart did spill.
He poured it slow, filling every breach,
Tracing each crack with love beyond reach.
His touch turned fractures to veins of light,
Transforming emptiness into radiant might.
Where sorrow had lingered, molten gold now flows,
And the cistern, once broken, beautifully glows.
A well of love within me springs,
Filled by the God of living things.
Not for myself alone does it pour,
But to the thirsty, the lost, and more.
Now I overflow with gentle streams,
Bearing His love into others’ dreams.
From cracked to whole, from dry to free,
The potter’s gold has reshaped me.
Love was never meant to be contained. it was meant for OVERFLOW and to give it away unto others. a well of love springing up and everyone allowed to draw from it freely. This is what Jesus does when He comes into our lives. he fixes whats broken, takes in the foolish things of the world to confound the wise, and blesses and exhalts us before our enemies. We, who were once indarkness but now enlightened are tasked with being sent into the world to be a sining light to those still in the darkness and show them the way, Jesus Christ.
in my churches most recent episode "well of love'' we see this imagery beautifully!
heres where to listen!
LISTEN : http://rmcks.org/media/868705-3625930-35102250/the-well-of-love
Poem version 2
I was a cistern, shattered and dim,
Cracks like canyons swallowed my rim.
No water lingered; no laughter ran through,
Only echoes of thirst in a hollow hue.
Then the Potter came, hands molten with grace,
Gold dripping slow into each broken space.
Each fissure kissed, each scar made to shine,
His love a fire, both fierce and divine.
Molten gold pooled in my aching hollow,
Filling the voids I had learned to follow.
Warmth spread like rivers beneath my skin,
A current of life flowing deep within.
And suddenly I could hold again,
A vessel remade from sorrow and pain.
No longer dry, no longer contained,
His love overflowed through every vein.
Now I am a well, brimming and bright,
Pouring His mercy, His luminous light.
What was once broken now breathes and sings,
And overflows the world with golden wings.
Disclaimer; my ministry is not in direct associate with restoration ministries church, i just love sharing my churches teachings! as they have blessed me,so my hope is that they have blessed YOU.
